"You're not under age or anything, are you kid?"
"Nothing like that, and I'm not a tramp either. I'm getting married in a few days."
"Want to get in as much as you can before you're cut off, is that it?"
"Not at all," she said as she, pulled her halter off and let her breasts roll free. "I lied to my fiance. I told him I wasn't a virgin. He expects me to know a lot of techniques and things and I just don't so I'm trying like mad to learn all I can before he finds out what a novice I am."
"Hell, if you're going to marry the guy why don't you just level with him?"
"Because I lied."
"Sweetie, you can't base a marriage on lies."
"I know that, what's the line? 'What a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive'? Well, I'm up to my… neck in woven deception. I have embarked on this course of action and I intend to see it through. If you call that wanton, then I'm wanton."
This time he made the pun, "Sweetie, you ain't wantin' nuthin'. Come here."
He reached out and crushed her manfully against his hairy chest. She felt his body heat and liked it. He was bigger and softer than Roger but she loved the massive strength of his belly and shoulders. She thought he could lift a boat out of the water all by himself.
"My name is Gene."
"Kat."
"Lay, Kay."
"Let me take off my skirt."
"We'll get around to that, come on down."
He grabbed her in his arms and kissed her forcefully, which gave her a tingle in her neck. Grunting with awakened passion, Kay's mouth was on his in an instant. Instantly, their tongues were wagging. Less than three kisses later, his face had explored the area between her breasts and his hands lovingly roamed her tits. His thumbs indexed her pink nipples.
Gene was lying face down on the floor, and Kay was sitting on folded legs before him. He dropped his face into her crotch and began taking mouthfuls of her culotte skirt. He reached up under it and pulled her panties down far enough for him to insert his mouth on her cunt.
She didn't realize it, but as she dragged her fingers back and forth in his hair his hair oil discolored her fingers. Later she was to wonder where on earth that came from.
Gene's tongue was a forceful thing. It entered her vagina as a gangster with a machine gun would enter a bank – all menace. Impulsively, it shot around through her flesh and pointed to the spots it liked. It lapped up all within its path. The dark blue vein under his exploring tongue grew with energy as it darted in, out and around.
Her clit was delicious to him and he lovingly clung to it with his pursed mouth. He moved his lips to excite her. His hands followed the contours of her soft warm flesh up and down her torso. Her tits were rounded and soft. He took delight in holding her nipples between his fingers and in feeling them harden while he caressed them.
Gene's mouth extracted itself from the hairs on her pudenda and suckled on her breasts. She moaned excitedly. Her blouse was still on her shoulders, but her tits and tummy were exposed. Working frantically, he unzipped the skirt and pulled it down her slender legs. Thank God culottes were designed so they could be gotten on and off quickly.
Gene's clothing was more cumbersome. He was so frantic to fuck he danced his pants down his legs and let his new slacks and undershorts hobble his ankles. No sweat, he thought, all he needed free was his cock and since his ass was exposed anyway, she could play with it.
When her hands weren't on his head, on his cock or around his back, she did play with his ass, grabbing handfuls of his downy cheeks. While she was doing this he was fucking her. Deliberately he shot an extra hard stroke into her hungry cunt. He even picked her up with his hands firmly planted on her ass and virtually lifted her off the floor. A loud thump startled two fishermen who were just turning in their boat on the other side of the shack's thin wall.
"Jesus, Harry, we ought to shove the practice of jurisprudence and take up renting boats. The pay's less but the fringe benefits are dynamite!"
Gene put all his anxiety into his strokes. It was a risky undertaking, fucking within earshot of his employee who might want to turn the situation into a threat, into blackmail. This whole trip, this whole undertaking was nerve-racking. Yet she was a delight, so fuck it! The company's future, his reputation, the business, everything – fuck 'em!
All this gave him nervous energy, and Kay was feeling the results with each demanding stroke her willing body was pulling the anxiety out of him – each cunt-lip quiver drew more of it from him.
Eagerly, Kay pulled him to her. The touch of her flesh made him arch his hips higher and throw them forward more determinedly. Kay forced her hips up to intercept his downward thrusts, praying she was doing the right thing for him because it was so delicious to her. His strength and determination, coupled with her delight at his pressure, forced her down onto the floor. Their bodies collided again and again in their acrobatic exchange.
Kay thrilled to the force of his manic fucking. Greedily, she clung to his body! With clenched teeth she shoved her cunt at him. Her muscles were moving clockwise around his cock. His pink and blue prick swelled with the pressure of her pussy.
With a tight clutch of her broad hips he rolled over on his back and brought her eager body cm top of his tanned torso. She hastily got her legs into a kneeling position and without slipping off his cock let her torso rest on his hips as she sat on his erect reddened penis.
With a noisy clamp of his hands on her buttocks Gene guided Kay's hips in a circular rotation. Each time she swung them around in a full circle she completed it with a little snap and ground around another time. She was not small chested and the generous blossoms of her nipples pointed in opposite directions, now reddened by his eager hands. As his eyes concentrated on their pink wobbly meatiness, he felt like climbing a whole cliff made of tits. He clasped one hand on one juicy tit and squeezed it gently. Her nipple protruded between his coiled thumb and index finger. Sighing and making noises in his throat, he began licking the underside of her tit. He gave it long loving licks as if it were a dripping ice cream cone. Kay's motorized hips churned around his ramrod-hard organ as she added lifts and squats to her exercises.
Gene leaned back with his head on the floor and watched her tits bounce and flap to and fro as she tore up his cock with her hungry pussy. While he stared at her, Kay raised herself up off his cock. It flapped against his stomach. She got her feet planted on the flooring and squatted over his genitals. She looked down at them to facilitate the docking of her wet pussy on his vibrating organ.
His right hand brought his straight cock into position. Kay lowered herself onto it.
She rode it. A lock of hair had fallen in her face and she swung her head around and back to let it flop back into place. She didn't want to use her hands which were happy on his firm torso to arrange it. She made determined circles with her pelvis, grinding on his prick which was emphatically at attention.
The dark pink color of her perky nipples delighted him as they moved on the tip of their lighter, pinker, fleshier clouds of cotton candy.
Kay's skin was very pale and totally soft. She was nicely formed and slender. Her wide hips were ideal for sex and he was impressed with her extensive knowledge of how to move them. He was beginning to sense the energy she was putting out; it manifested itself in the aroma of her body. Her smell was sweet and faintly perfumed. He wanted to fuck her so hard he would change her smell to one of body sweat.
Violently frustrated, he threw his body into her. She groaned with pleasure. A short sharp "hmm!" emanated from her straining throat. Kay grabbed hold of his biceps but couldn't get her hand around them. Her fingers settled for his shoulders. This brought her body forward and allowed him to raise his hips off the wood as he inserted his erect penis in between her dripping pink labias. A drop of lubrication fell from her oleaginous cunt.
Gene put his hands on her hips and pulled her labias apart like the studs do in peep show movies. She moaned with excitement. Kay liked it animal. She would present her insatiable craving, to Davey as a wedding present for them both.
With a burst of energy Gene once more surprised her by dumping her over on her side. This time his cock slid out. While Kay was still trying to figure out how he was going to fuck her next, his hands were guiding her hips up in the air. He brought her to a kneeling position on her hands and knees. Then he got to his feet and planted one firm foot on either wide of her curvaceous hips. The tan line of her summer bikini was a stimulant to his eyes. The definite line between the pale but tan skin and the paler skin of her hips stirred a sphincter reaction and his cock flexed.
Placing one hand on Kay's hip as if it were a paperweight, he held her still while he aimed his cock at her cunt from between the cheeks of her ass. Slowly he lowered his hips, and the head of his cock with a drop of clear liquid oozing out its tip found her fleshy envelope of heat and he entered her tunnel-like cunt.
Gene's cock was in her exactly as if she were a lower animal. Her verbalization was animal, too.
"Uh! Oh! Ah! Damn! Oh, God! You're a brute – but don't stop!"
His thrusts matched her sounds as he swung his hips fore and aft, fucking her without using too much vital energy. Kay, however, was not sparing any energy as she backed up to take even more of his forceful thrusts. His powerful hips resisted and he stood fast.
Gene's temperature shot up. His face grew red. His legs ached from the muscle-tensing he was doing. It was more than time for him to come, so he grabbed Kay's hips in two firm fists and yanked her body backward onto his cock. He held her on it and thrust forward.
"Ohhh!" He did it again. "Ohhhh!" Then again. "OHHHH!"
Gene's strokes were like shells being slammed into a howitzer. He was loading quicker and sharper. Barn! Barn! Barn! His hips smacked against her buttocks. Wham! He threw yet another fuck into her.
Without stopping he thrust and thrust, leapfrogging against her body. Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, STROKE!
"Ahhhh, shit! Ummm!"
His cum burst out of the head of his cock and shot inside her. He imbedded his cock in her and made tiny quick back and forth movements as he rubbed, his cock against the flesh deep inside her cunt. As his cum continued to escape from the tubing of his cock he held his body firmly against hers and felt her squirm and flex on the nozzle he held within her.
His flow eased and Kay could feel the swelling draining from his penis. A moment later he let it slide into view, a spent, shriveling thing. He rose to his feet. She continued on hands and knees, each returning to a slower but normal breathing pattern. At length she turned over and sat on her plump ass.
"The kid'll be back in here soon. Thanks, sweetie, cover up, huh? He works for me and, well, you know, I gotta play my role, dig?"
Kay dug.
She reached for her clothes but a final desire stopped her.
"Gene, you wouldn't allow me to practice a little oral sex, would you?"
"Sweetie, I'd love to have you sucking and slurping and gagging on my pecker for eternity but I gotta get my ass home. I've got a quart of ice cream in the car, and if it melts I'll be up Shit Creek."
"Well, I tried, anyway."
He was dressed and pulling the reports and the tally sheets together and stuffing them into a manila envelope.
"You want to leave first? Roger, if he knows what's good for him, will make himself scarce and keep his mouth shut. Sorry about not being able to hang around longer, but you'll soon know what it's like to be married and have commitments. So long, sweetie, thanks a heap, and have a happy life."
He pecked her on the cheek. Kay thought that was the kind of kisses she'd get from Davey as their marriage aged.
As Gene closed the door behind him she raised her fingertips to her cheek and tried to push the tingling feel of his tender kiss into her flesh so it would never leave. It evaporated as Gene did into the darkness.
She checked to see if she had left anything behind, picked up her pocketbook and opened the door. Just as Gene had predicted, Roger was busying himself down at the dock and so she called good-bye, waved and went to her car.
"Did you have a nice drive, dear?" asked her mother in a voice which tried to show interest while carefully avoiding any hint of prying.
"Uneventful," came Kay's lie. "Good-night."
"Good night, dear, get a good rest."
Kay didn't get a good rest, however. She kept thinking about the lies she was telling. This had to stop. She vowed, as sacred a vow as she was going to take with Davey very soon, that once she'd mastered the techniques of sex and could approach him with the experience he assumed she had, her lies would stop. She willed it!
It was three days before the wedding. Her mother brought her breakfast on a tray in her bedroom.
"What's this, mama?"
"Every girl should have breakfast in bed at least once in her life, and I don't think Davey's much of a cook. So here it is."
Her mother sat at the foot of the bed while Kay devoured the food. The mother watched her daughter eat and chatted merrily about the Big Day. When Kay was just finishing she almost casually said, "Oh, by the way, dear, I've made an appointment for you to see Dr. Kimpler. I forgot to mention it in the excitement."
"Why did you do that?"
"Well, dear, he should examine you to see if you are… functioning properly, that there won't be any unnecessary complications on your wedding night."
Kay practically choked on her coffee. Her Mom was so old fashioned, but what a darling! Of course, Kay could not refuse or announce that that possibility had been avoided long ago. She thanked her mother for her foresight and asked when the appointment was to be.
"It's for ten o'clock this morning so hurry and take your shower. I want you to drop off the music for the ceremony at Mrs. Endicott's on the way. You know how nervous she is, she's called twice about it. She wants to practice, so she'll be perfect. She's always planned to sing at your wedding, so be very sweet to her. Remember, she's known you all your life and is terribly fond of you. You will do that for me?"
"Of course. Mrs. Endicott is such a nice old nut, she gave me my first compact. Remember?"
"I remember you filled it too full of powder and insisted on using it before we went to church that Easter and you spilled it all over your navy blue dress in the car. I'll never forget that!"
The women laughed and hugged each other. Kay broke away before her mother could start to cry.
While rubbing her body with the warm soapy water of the shower, she speculated on her interview with Dr. Kempler. What would she tell him? He'd be obviously aware she was not a virgin. It didn't take much thinking to decide to tell him the truth. She would finesse part of her narrative, that was nobody's business! Not even Davey's.
Dr. Kempler was delayed with another patient so his lab technician, Morris, who was short and stocky and sexy, ushered her into a room and did the preliminary things. Her chart didn't indicate that she should be here. She had to explain her mother had made the appointment because she was getting married soon. After Morris, a young man even though he was prematurely balding, but not unattractively so, offered congratulations and wished her happiness he suggested she get into a robe.
Kay remembered Morris vaguely from school, he had been a senior when she was a freshman. He was much better looking now, even though his hair line had receded remarkedly for a man who was not yet twenty-five.
The room she was in contained a regulation white examining table with the stirrups for her heels, the pull-out board and the long roll of white shelf paper for the top. Against the other wall was a long plastic-covered divan, left over from the days when these offices belonged to a dentist who used it in his waiting room. Dr. Kempler had used it in his and eventually shuttled it to this room.
Morris was just opening the door to leave her alone to disrobe when Dr. Kempler opened the door, greeted Kay and told Morris that an emergency call had just come from the hospital and he had to dash over there. He'd be back as quickly as possible, would Kay mind, waiting? Kay knew it was pointless to wait, she could tell the medical man more than he could tell her about her own body but because she knew her mother would rest easier getting a doctor bill for a useless appointment, she agreed to wait. Morris smiled happily at that; he knew there were no more appointments before one.
Dr. Kimpler apologized and closed the door. Morris began chatting casually with Kay while he tried to pretend to be busy. He talked about general things so casually that Kay was completely disarmed and finally when the conversation got around to why she was there she told him just what she would have told the doctor.
"I know my body will function properly. I'm not a virgin."
Morris showed his true colors by grinning ear to ear at the information. He sat down on the plastic-covered divan next to her. They talked about school, gossiped about some of the more notorious alumni and laughed a good deal. Morris edged closer to her. He was right next to her before she was aware of his maneuvering. Seeing his clear eyes under the aged hairline, she decided it was okay, she'd let Morris make a pass at her.
"How did you come to be a lab technician, Morris?"
"The Army. I was trained for Nam."
"Davey, my fiance, was over there. He was in the…"
Kay never got to finish her sentence because Morris planted his mouth on her upper lip and imprisoned it between his full lips. Not quickly, but eventually, Kay pushed him away.
"No, Morris, we mustn't. Somebody may come in."
"Nobody'll come in. The doc took Harriett with him to the hospital. He always does."
"Yes, but…" His mouth was on her again. Kay realized Morris had been trying to do this ever since she arrived. She resigned herself to his advances. It really didn't go against her grain to be made love to.
Morris pressed his advantage, working his mouth over her features. His voice was almost a breath when he whispered to her ear.
"Let's enjoy this."
With that he gently took the handbag and slipped the strap off her shoulder. With his big hands on her upper arms he pressed her backwards till she was against the divan, then he lowered her and sat beside her, not taking his kiss off her face. When they were seated he continued the burning kisses and fondled her neck with the back of his fingers.
Kay was stiff. She'd only had sex with bald men on two occasions. The first was with her cousin's boy friend during a picnic in the back of a pick-up truck. She had been traumatized by the experience. He had been a brute, several years older than she. And she had been drunk. The second sexual encounter was with a married man. He'd just lost his job, had a mountain of bills, and he had been kind to her. She had been comforting him when one thing led to another. She trusted him. This time her whole future was riding on the fuck. She had to go through with it.
As his breath warmed her neck she determined not to waste this chance to gain some new knowledge. It was, after all, the goal she'd set her sights on. She closed her eyes and prayed she'd do all right.
After a few more kisses, Morris rose from the couch. He stood directly in front of her and began to remove his white jacket. She could tell from the way his shirt clung to his body that he was lean and tight, his body the efficient machine he'd worked for years to make it. An ex-Army medical man, she assumed, had to have a perfectly functioning body and he exercised daily to keep it that way. He had ambitions, too.
Nonchalantly, he tossed the garment on the edge of the couch and kicked off his Italian loafers. He undid the snap at his waistband and slid the trousers down his well-formed legs. The hair on his tanned legs was bleached from constant workouts on the tennis courts. Kay watched him undress with more professional curiosity than sexual interest.
"Undress me."
Kay didn't want to, but the choice to do it was painfully simple, strip him, herself, and her dignity, or walk out. She rose and placed her hands on the top button of his shirt.
His body was not unattractive. He didn't seem sexually aroused, his shorts were not bulging. He bent and stripped off his sox. He reached for her bosom. She shuddered. He unbuttoned the top buttons. Her dress was simple but well fitting. She stepped out of it and automatically folded it and laid it over the edge of the couch next to his trousers. She'd been too well brought up not to take care of her clothes.
Her dress slithered down her firm legs. The soft bra she wore kept her tits high, giving Morris two reasons to notice her. She closed her eyes again as she rolled down her panty hose. She liked this strapping young man with his golden face and sensitive smile. She was ready to be fucked by this stud.
Morris reached out and guided her around. He unhooked her bra. She pulled it off her breasts and flung it on top of her dress. She was no longer embarrassed.
He folded Kay into his arms.
After a few tender kisses and rubbing his hands over her ass, Morris worked his shorts down his tanned legs. He was completely naked now, facing her. She glanced at his meat. It was limp but long. She imagined it would feel like Brad's cock.
When Morris came to her again he was determined to forget his natural nervousness.
He ran his arm around her and drew him close to him. His tongue worked around her hips. He could taste her lipstick. His breath felt good. His hand was in her hair and his mouth was undulating against hers. She was surprised to feel a surge of excitement. His tongue pressed her lips. Tentatively, she opened her mouth slightly. His tongue entered and touched her teeth. She sucked it into her mouth. He moved it around. He smelled good. She put her tongue under his and worked it gently back and forth. He moaned.
They lowered themselves to the couch. His hands went to her bare breast, his thumb sliding back and forth over her sizable nipple. When he wasn't kissing her, his nose was nuzzling through her entire body, and she was again surprised to feel a tingle in her cunt.
Morris pressed his body against her voluptuous curves. One breast rolled against his pectoral muscle. He moaned again. His gentle undulations had worked her back, and now she was reclining on the big divan with his arms around her and his free hand stroking the round smoothness of her breast. His lips descended to her aroused nipple. He kissed it repeatedly and sucked gently. He slid his body onto hers and placed his slightly hardened cock on the hairs of her pussy. He was moving his slender hips fore and aft, pressing against her leg.
Kay was responding to his subtle approach with movements of her own. Without realizing it, she was complementing his hip sway with a roll. She would press her pelvis toward him as he drew back. When he came forward again she pressed her hips into the divan. She could feel his organ gaining strength.
Morris had buried his face between her luscious breasts. One of his strong hands was on her neck, the other rubbing her smooth hips. His breathing was more excited. His body was warmer.
He moved his hand into the hairy patch at the bottom of her pudenda. His fingers slid down to her opening. One finger wandered into her trench. She was getting more excited. This wasn't at all bad.
Morris kissed her nipple again. She cradled his soft hair in her delicate fingers. She leaned down and kissed his forehead. He smiled at her and kissed her passionately on the mouth. His finger worked deeper into her and touched the tip of her clit. She could feel the hardness of his cock now.
Kay spread her legs and he slipped his body between them. She reached down and guided his shaft to her pussy, rubbing the head of it back and forth and up and down against her hairs and her tender lips. He shifted his position and tentatively pushed his organ to her. Her knees came up. He bent his head down on the cushion beside her and arched his back. Both of his hands gripped her on the side of the hips and he docked his cock in her sweet harbor.
It entered only slightly at first. When he felt it was right, he slid slowly farther in. Jesus! Where did this guy learn to fuck? Kay couldn't believe how good it felt! It was dynamite.
Very slowly he began to pump. Kay placed both hands on his slightly hairy hips, rocking his body against hers. He pressed farther into her. How long could it be? He was hung!
His fucking grew faster. He breathed harder. This time it was Kay who let out the moans. Morris fucked eagerly now. Kay cooperated joyfully. Their tongues were in each other's mouth. The divan was bouncing up and down on the parquet. The band of white flesh across Morris' ass went rapidly up and down as he flexed his muscles to drive his prick into the eager girl below him. Her fingers were twining in the hair fringing his head. They were a perfect match.
Morris' swollen cock was pressing against her clit with each forward stroke. The strokes were coming faster and faster. Kay couldn't believe it, but she heard herself saying, "Fuck me, fuck me!"
Morris' body sprang unconsciously to her command. He doubled his intensity and flung his body at her. She clutched him eagerly with her knees. His hands held her by the shoulders and when his cock was sunk in her to the hilt, he pulled her body down with powerful palms. This added pressure on her clit with each thrust brought her breath out of her with a muffled "Oh!"
The "Oh's" were racing after one another, faster and faster. They were so impassioned they didn't hear the outer office door open and Dr. Kempler come in. He opened the door to the room expecting to find Kay waiting for him and saw two young healthy people fucking on his couch. His mouth opened in total surprise but something else opened as well; his own cock began to bulge his trousers.
Dr. Kempler watched with eyes that glistened with intense interest. He stripped off his coat and flung it on the floor. Hurriedly, he undid his fly and let his pants fall. One leg was pulled inside out in his eagerness to get out of them. His tie was already flying through the air and his shirt was coming undone so quickly a button popped off. His belly was slightly large but not unattractive even though his shorts were draped under it. They came off in a swipe.
His cock was stubby and hot. He quickly sank to his knees for a closer view of the action. Barn! Barn! Barn! Morris' thick cock was pounding the living shit out of the cunt on the couch. The doctor's hand encircled his organ and he rapidly jacked himself off. Morris and Kay were so engrossed in their passionate copulation they were unaware he was there.
Morris' balls were tightening up, and he knew he'd come any minute. Kay knew it, too, and started moving her hips in a circular motion to increase the delightful friction. Her clit was being rubbed from side to side. His hands were rubbing up and down her arms and her knees bounced in the air.
Morris indicated the high point of his passion with a low guttural growl which grew in intensity and pitch as he pushed his cock deep into her soft flesh and held it there. His body began to shake involuntarily as the cum sped through his cock and flooded her inflamed pussy. His hands were making marks on her upper arms, but he was unaware of it. Kay clenched the muscles of her cunt and pushed her hips against his body to get the full thrill of his rock-hard cock's climax.
Morris relaxed. His body went limp. Kay was still shuddering from the excitement of his coming. Her own body oozed its juices and they freely mixed with his. Each of them had beads of perspiration across the forehead.
"Move over, get off."
They were both surprised to hear Kempler's voice. There he was – banjo-eyed, kneeling at their side.
"My turn."
Morris was shocked, Kay stunned. She gasped.
Kempler was pulling Morris' leg to hurry him up. A little dazed from the fucking, Morris rolled onto the floor. The doctor stepped over him and stood on the couch gazing down at the voluptuous bride-to-be spread out below him. His cock was stiff and red at the end. The opening in it seemed gigantic. The dark hair on his body gave him the appearance of an animal. The fire in his eyes reinforced that image.
All of a sudden, he was on his knees and he was lifting Kay's legs up over his shoulders. Before she knew what was happening he'd slammed his pecker into her pink body. The weight of his body knocked the wind out of her. He didn't stop to notice. Grunting and gripping at anything he could get, he flicked fiercely. It was a totally different thrust than the civilized strokes of all her other partners.
He banged into Kay not caring where the head of his cock penetrated. She'd been high on Morris' considerate strokes, but now she was coming down with the brutal pumping of the man who of all men who should know how to be gentle.
His stout cock was entering her and pulling all the way out with each stroke. The accumulated juices began rolling out and down her crotch. Kay was groaning again, but not with pleasure. She couldn't wait for it to end. It wasn't long in coming because he'd been so excited by the display of beautiful bodies copulating that in a few strokes his grubby cock was spewing his cum into the abused cunt. She thought he'd let out a repulsive grunt when his climax was at its peak. To her surprise, he did it silently.
If he was quick to come, he was even quicker to recover. In a second his breathing was normal, and he was drawing his spent organ from the delicate sheath.
He got to his feet and offered his hand to Kay to draw her upright.
"I don't want either of you to think that this is an old-fashioned casting couch. I'm no fool. If, because of circumstances, two of the most beautiful people in the country are fucking in my office, I can hardly be criticized for becoming aroused. Miss Ruby, I apologize for fucking you uninvited. I respect your freedom of choice. The power of passion must be respected, too, however. I congratulate you both on your ability."